Feb 6, 2017
“Oh, dammit,” Sullivan grumbled to himself as he tried to stretch a wing out to pick gum out of it, only to find that it had gotten seriously worked into his feathers. Wow. Just. Amazing. Wonderful. He flapped his other wing out irritably, ignorant and uncaring of the people around him. “Who-- How? How?” The stringy, sticky, pink mess was all over his secondaries and he was going to throw someone off the roof.